I Wrote:I'm David Roosevelt, and I'm a bit weird. I'm a rather chaotic individual, and I don't mean I have an untidy desk. I mean I'm literally plagued by the force of unrestrained chaos. It's not very nice, as you might gather, because not only do I have to put up with the physical manifestation of my affliction, which tends to cause disorder and confusion wherever I go, but I've also got the nasty mental stuff that exactly doesn't make for a good night's sleep. And that's why I'm here. Of course, then shenanigans transpire and I'm left trying to come up with a way of putting myself to use, which ends up being deliberately mucking around with people's rooms so that I can try and hamper any nefarious plots by causing as much commotion as possible.

tl;dr - Busdriver, and a crap one at that. Not the role, but me.

Having never played as one before, I figured I could try and play pretend doctor N1 and redirect a kill. To that end, I drove PL and MrGuy; I didn't want to pick anyone who would be a particularly obvious target for a kill, because chances are they'd also be the target of some other action and despite flavour to the contary, I really did not want to cause a fuss. PL, as far as I was concerned, was the next step down from Mirdini, and MrGuy... well, I wanted someone scummy to bear a redirected kill, obviously, but I was honestly quite ok with PyP (...), Pinary was always going to look a bit scummy whatever his actual alignment and g0m "magic bagging" was, well, g0m. So I went a little leftfield, to someone who had made three posts, one of which was nipping in to place a vote on the wagon and another a fair few hours later, seemingly an afterthought, was an explanation of that vote. It seemed a bit like he'd realised an unexplained vote wasn't a good thing and although in retrospect worrying about it was probably also a townie thing at the time it seemed like something to work with.

...then N2. I was busy. I said I was busy. In fact, I didn't remember the deadline until about an hour after it. I was just about to go sleep (heck, I was in bed on the iPad at the time), so cue an attempt at scrambling through the Star Chat, getting about as far as VISIONARY, realising that I didn't have a clue what was going on and if I wanted to be prompt with my late action I'd probably just try to do something that was as unlikely as possible to muck anything up. I decided I was probably not the most interesting target and then did a search for each of the first few names of peeps I recalled as being players to see who hadn't shown up and thus probably weren't entangled in any plans.

So N2 I drove myself with g0m. Who is now Sanzh. FAIR ENOUGH.

Vote: Sanzh

"But Sruxy," I hear you cry, "why didn't you just choose not to use your action?" Well, that's a very good question; I didn't think about that possibility until the next morning, by which point it really was a bit too late. I do apologise for not having kept calm and instead panicking under the pressure. If it's any help, mind, I did do the sensible thing of forgoing my action last night and probably won't be abusing it any more from now on.